Translating: My country.

I switched on the TV on 1st of December to watch the new president taking possession. An act that normally takes hours and goes on in peace became a show. The podium taken, fights between the delegates to block the entrances, the protest emitted over a background of whistles and the screams of "scum"; an act that, from beginning to end took only five minutes. The TV chose to describe the event as, though strange and short, a new beginning for a Mexico in peace.

It worries me... this country like a chronic patient, experiences convulsions, worries me. It worries me to see how it is breaking apart, how it is dividing. How its leaders try to trick the people and, above all, how everybody pretends "nothing is happening".
It worries me to see how many unhappy people there are, tired to see how their quality of life instead of improving, is worse (the World Bank has declared the difference between rich and poor has increased during the last six years). And also a lot of people disappointed about the lack of tolerance and feeling that their voice is not heard.
It worries me, above all, this intention of believing that the group of people in disagreement is a minority, when there are a lot of people unhappy out there, when it was necessary to transform the Congress into a fortress to protect the new president, when the Main Square of Mexico City appears full every time the opposition calls.

There are so many things that need to be changed here... but nothing is possible if we continue diminishing the importance of the situation, if -like always- we stay waiting, if we want to diminish or even not listen other people's opinion, if we want, in a phrase, to keep the eyes closed.